The din of my previous life in the city
fades into memory
the graceful s-shaped necks of the herons and egrets
standing sentinel
reflect in the glassy surface of the lagoon
undisturbed by nary a ripple
the tropical clouds rise dramatically in the distance
mimicing the mighty Himalayas
the stillness seeps into the Soul
Peace resides here
In the Florida still morning....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem